Maybe she puts her bag in her pocket. Who knows? Maybe I should have alighted at Mendiola to see.

Now I'm wondering, "What if she used a clutch bag?"I can only conclude that the bag will disappear before us once she sandwich it between her sweaty and vast armpits.

Vast is the word, a word I usually use when a Geography or History professor asks me to define what a continent is.

I sat in front of her and what a pain--literally. Her knees, which were the size of bowling balls (and just as hard), were shattering mine into pieces. I tried mightily to shift into a different position but I was stuck. So I just endure the pain...huhu nasa Pasig pa lang ako. Malayo pa ang Maynila.

She was holding a Starbucks coffee in her right hand. I was so pissed. Everytime she would sip, she'll glance at me. As if saying "Hey, derr! Luk at meeh I'm like drinking Starbucks raaay now."

I wanted to punch her face that moment, but I knew better. Punching her face means bruising my knuckles purple and blue.

After about 20 minutes, we were at the intersection of Shaw Boulevard and Lee St. I knew that there is a Starbucks at that place so I eagerly waited for her reaction. The minute we passed by Starbucks, she stared at it. As if saying "Hey derr! That's were I make bili the coffee I'm drinking raaay now."

She then unsheathed what seems to be an i Pod. I swear the fucking thing was only a few inches from my face. She put the earphones on and started bobbing her head, trying too look cool. Again she started glancing at me.

Perhaps the reason for her actions was caused by her insecurity in her physical attributes.

The Bad:

"Miss World" should be banned in public vehichles. Not only did she commit the mortal sin of "Paninira ng araw ng iba" and social climbing. She could have caused the entire vehichle to break down, jeopardizing the lives of the other passengers. MMDA should create some sort of weight limit for the safety FX passengers.